An even more challenging song to alter would be "History and Prophecy", a real earworm with an instrumental section after each verse.

HISTORY AND PROPHECY.

They're coming down to Williamstown
With their faces full of worry
For so we're told they want miners bold
And they want them in a hurry.
They want coal again and they want men
To go down the hole and cut it,
But the miners' lads have asked their dads
And they've told them where they can put it.

Our government friends are at their wits ends.
For fuel they're in trouble,
For they've sunk their brass in North Sea gas
And that was a North Sea bubble.
The lands of oil are on the boil
And the tankers, they have stopped sailing,
And the stupid swines who closed the mines
Are wringing their hands and wailing.

But from underground there comes no sound,
In seams that have been forgotten,
And the pithead gear stands gaunt and drear
Over towns that were left to go rotten,
And there's many a louse in Tolgarth house
Who's wishing that he had heeded
All the men who said, "Before you're dead
Those pits are going to be needed".

But they've treated with scorn the best men born,
No land ever bred men finer.
So serve them right, in their sorry plight,
For doing the dirt on the miner.

Recorded from Mick Tems and Pat Smith.

Robin